Colossians 1:11-20
Christ the King
Year C
November 24, 2013
First Presbyterian Church, Clarksville
And
Harmony Presbyterian Church
The Reverend Dr. Robert Wm Lowry
Most
days I find Facebook an amusing annoyance.
It is amusing how many people
think I care what they had for lunch or how cute the cat was playing with the
ball of yarn strategically dropped in the middle of the room while being
filmed.
It is annoying because as easy
as it is to use Facebook to connect with friends, it is also an easy forum to
get into a back and forth debate on any given topic from football to politics.
Earlier this week I was in a
back and forth with a seminary friend who sees the world through distinctly
different glasses than me. Still, I know
him well and know that he is a good man and a faithful pastor so theological
debate with him is fun and even productive from time to time. For an entire day, we had a debate going back
and forth between Iowa and Arkansas and by the end we had resolved nothing
other than the reaffirmation that after 15 years, we still don’t agree on many
things.
As often happens with Facebook
debates, the discussion prompted comments from some spectators who were reading
along but not participating. One of
those spectators, a childhood friend, sent me a private message telling me that
he was going to pray for me and my soul and ask that God forgive me for my
wrongheaded opinions. In what I know he
intended to be a kind note, he basically told me that if I was not careful I
was going to burn in hell and God was never going to forgive me.
After the discussion ended in
its usual stalemate and I got on with the rest of my day, I kept thinking about
that note. At first I was a little angry
at the presumption that he thought that he knew the mind of God or the
faithfulness or lack thereof of my relationship with God. The more I thought about it though, the
sadder I became until finally I settled in the place I still find myself this
morning.
I feel profoundly sad for him
and for anyone who goes through life that scared of God.
What, I find myself thinking,
must it be like to go through life feeling like God is keeping score and
waiting for you to trip up; feeling like God is anything but on our side.
20 years ago there was a wonderful
Far Side cartoon- remember those? They
were one frame drawings that in the simplest of terms offered profound
commentary on life. There was one I
remember in particular. A man in a white
robe with a long white beard surrounded by puffy clouds is sitting in front of
a computer. On the computer screen was a
man walking down a sidewalk next to a building and over his head was a piano
suspended by a rope. It was obviously
being moved into an apartment in the building.
With a wry grin on his face the man, obviously meant to be God, had his
finger poised over a computer key marked “smite.” God, just waiting for the right moment to hit
the button, let the piano fall and smite the man when he least expected
it.
I think that must be what God
looks like to my friend. The God of the
smite button. Just waiting and watching
ready to reign punishment down at a moment’s notice.
There is certainly cultural
currency to that perspective; the idea of a vengeful and unforgiving God ready
to punish transgressions and dole out just eternal punishments for momentary
misdeeds in this life. That image of God
makes it easy to divide the world into us and them; to delineate between those
neighbors who are deserving of God’s love and therefore mine and those who are
not. That is without a doubt a popular
theology of contemporary cultural Christianity.
That is an easy God to worship.
The problem I have is that I
don’t find that God in the bible.
I don’t find a grudge holding,
smite button hitting, willing to forgive but not forget God.
Yes, God is judge. But that judge is just not vengeful.
Yes, God is the final arbiter
of all things in life and in death. But
that God is the God of resurrection and salvation not death and anguish.
Yes, God gets angry with God’s
people. But that same God orders the banquet
table set and the best garments brought out to greet the child who
returns.
I just cannot bring myself to believe
that God is so petty as to hold grudges or so callous as to simply turn away
from us. I just cannot bring myself to
believe in a God that…small.
A similar heresy was creeping
through the community in Colossae. The
bold witness to the character of God that is found in the life, death and
resurrection of Jesus Christ had begun to wane in the young church. Fundamentally the question was not one about
whether Jesus was the son of God or the resurrection was real. The question had to do with the nature of
God. When Messiah came into the world
and shared in our human frailty; when Emmanuel, God with us, was born in the
innocence of a child; when, as the hymn says, “joy of heaven to earth came
down;” was that really God or just a reflection of God?
In other words, in Christ did
God really mean it?
Paul’s answer is simple. YES!! Yes God meant it!
Christ was not God just dressed
up with a people costume. Christ was
truly God come to earth taking on the reality and the pain and the frailty of true
humanity.
Far from
being the God of the smite button and miles from being a God lingering in the
dark waiting to pounce on our mistakes, in Christ, God is God for us. Beyond the
hurts, wants, worries, stresses, cares and fears of this world, God, in Christ,
is for us.
The day we
celebrate today, the Feast of Christ the King, is the newest holiday in the
church calendar. It began in the 1920’s
as a Roman Catholic celebration of the reign of Christ on the last Sunday in
October. In 1970, as this new day caught
on among Protestants, it found its way to this day; the last Sunday before the first
Sunday of Advent.
In a
liturgical light it makes sense that we celebrate the reign of Christ today at
the end of the liturgical year. We end
the year celebrating the reign of Christ as we prepare to come back together
next week to begin our journey to the celebration of his birth.
That is the
liturgical and theological reason this day makes sense.
There is
another reason, albeit a somewhat ironic one given our text today.
The
celebration of the reign of Christ occurs on a Sunday with so many other things
happening- Thanksgiving, Christmas sales, that last gasp of the semester before
exams start- that this day almost goes unnoticed. We set aside a day to celebrate the reign of
Christ and we do everything we can to clutter up the calendar until the day is
all but lost in the din.
You’ve
heard the cliché about Christmas that we need to remember “the reason for the
season?” The same thing can be said
about today. We need to remember the
reason for this day.
Easier said than done, I
know. We all find ways to be busy this
time of year. In a stunning display of
hypocrisy I am standing in this pulpit preaching about focusing on the meaning
of the reign of Christ, while my to do list and down to the minute and cooking
plan for 15 Thanksgiving dinner guests is on my desk and not far from the front
of my mind! Whether it is holiday meals,
Black Friday deals, Holiday parties or determinedly avoiding all of the above,
we are surrounded by distractions.
And when we are so distracted;
when our lives and our spirits are being drawn in so many directions, we all
too easily do what the early Christians at Colossae evidently did, we begin to
worship the image of a God who is easier to worship rather than the one who is
revealed in Jesus Christ.
When I am too busy to help my
neighbor, it is easier to worship a God who is only concerned with some of my neighbors; the good ones. When I am too distracted to notice injustice
in the world, it is easier to worship a God who sees injustice as just
desserts. When I am exhausted by the
demands of the world, it is easier to worship an undemanding God.
And when that is the God we
worship; when we redraw the picture of salvation history from our own
perspective; we fall victim to the same theological snare that caught the
Colossians. We lose track of the
character of the one who reigns over all creation; God in Christ Jesus our
Lord.
We lose track of the reason we
celebrate today; Christ is king- at the center of all creation, reconciling all
things to God- Christ is king.
When we get
distracted from Christ at the center, it is easy to lose track of the promise
that Christ brings; God is for us. And when we lose sight of God for us, it is
all too easy to imagine that God is distant, apart or worse, against us.
That is the
real tragedy of the Colossians, I think.
It is not their bad theology or their failure to fully comprehend the
nature of Christ. Those are not good,
but they are not the most tragic thing to befall that community or ours. More tragic than bad theology is…despair.
Despair.
The groaning
of the spirit that cries out in fear and all too easily leads to
hopelessness. When we lose Christ at the
center- when the eternal light of hope and promise and love and grace ceases to
be the center of spiritual gravity of our lives, we despair.
And in our
despair, we fear.
We fear
being left behind. We fear being forgotten. We fear being left outside the radius of God’s
love.
That is the
deep tragedy of the theological heresy of the God of the smite button. Despair.
When Paul
writes his letter to the Colossians he has a simple recipe to combat that
heresy and its accompanying despair. It
is right at the front of the letter in our reading from today. Paul, who is no stranger to hyperbole and
harsh language, says to his audience, the cure for what ails your spirit is…remember.
Paul writes
in his letter the words of what is believed to be an early Christian baptismal
hymn.
The Son is the image of the
invisible God,
the one who is first over all creation,
the one who is first over all creation,
Because
all things were created by him:
both in the heavens and on the earth,
the things that are visible and the things that are invisible.
Whether they are thrones or powers,
or rulers or authorities,
all things were created through him and for him.
both in the heavens and on the earth,
the things that are visible and the things that are invisible.
Whether they are thrones or powers,
or rulers or authorities,
all things were created through him and for him.
He
existed before all things,
and all things are held together in him.
and all things are held together in him.
He is
the head of the body, the church,
who is the beginning,
the one who is firstborn from among the dead
so that he might occupy the first place in everything.
who is the beginning,
the one who is firstborn from among the dead
so that he might occupy the first place in everything.
Because
all the fullness of God was pleased to live in him,
and he reconciled all things to himself through him—
whether things on earth or in the heavens.
He brought peace through the blood of his cross. (CEB)
and he reconciled all things to himself through him—
whether things on earth or in the heavens.
He brought peace through the blood of his cross. (CEB)
The Colossians
do not need a new lesson, they just need to remember what they already know
from the promises of God.
Of all my
seminary memories, time spent in class with Dr. Stan Hall is one of the
best. Stan was a good and compassionate
man, a gifted teacher and a committed theologian of the church. Stan taught liturgical theology- the theology
of the church’s worship. Without fail,
when he led chapel, at some point in the service, Stan would come to the center
of the chancel, stand behind the table, raise his hands in the air and say in
his deep commanding voice…”remember your baptism, and be thankful.”
In the
Reformed tradition, we say of the sacraments of baptism and communion that they
are outward and visible signs of an inward and spiritual grace. Another way of saying it is that they are
visible signs of the faithfulness of God.
I hear
echoes of Stan in Paul’s recitation of the Christ hymn in Colossians. Paul tells them, tells us, to remember the
promise of baptism that God is not only with us but for us; that we are drawn
into covenant and relationship not with a God who wishes us ill but a God who
desires nothing less than all good things for God’s children.
That God,
the God of the baptismal waters, doesn’t have a finger poised over the smite
button. That God’s hands are far too
busy gathering in the children of God; bringing them…us…ever closer to the
promise of tomorrow.
I haven’t
responded to my friend who wrote me the note…the one who seems so afraid of
God. Not yet at least. I think the best thing I can do is to say two
things to him.
First, that
I will pray for him as well.
And second,
that I hope he remembers his baptism and is thankful. And filled with hope.
After all,
that is what we celebrate today.
The kingship
of Jesus Christ who is hope summed up.
Amen.